After Old Mr. Zedler expelled all the suspicious soup from his body, he slowly removed his disguise.
At that moment, his once majestic aura instantly dissipated. The miasma of death, which had previously disappeared, suddenly condensed at an astonishing speed. In fact, he seemed even frailer than before.
Matthew could only silently marvel at the older man's skill as he witnessed such a scene. He never expected Mortimer's acting skills to be so exceptional. He had been completely deceived by him.
Despite his haggard complexion, Old Mr. Zedler still had a proud smile on his face as he asked, "So? Isn't my acting fantastic?"
Matthew could only nod speechlessly in the face of his childish antics. However, he could keenly feel Old Mr. Zedler's vitality was rapidly fading away. It was as if he were a deflating balloon, visibly losing steam. Even Ophelia, who had no knowledge of medicine whatsoever, instantly realized that the situation was dire.
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